Last night, Caroline watched "Olive, the Other Reindeer" on TV. It's no secret that she is obsessed with all things Dog. So, of course, she decided she was Olive, herself. When it was time to go to bed, her dad rounded her up and told her to come give me a kiss goodnight.
She walked over on her four "paws" and was giggling the entire way to me. She said, "Dog kisses are licks!" And I ewwwed and told her to stay where she was and blew her a kiss. But she insisted on the real deal.
While I protested and shielded my face, she and her father laughed as she tried to find a gap in my flailing arms to plant a big dog kiss on my cheek. I clamped my arms over my face, so she parted my hair and licked my forehead.
She crawled away victorious and a-giggle, while I told her I was dropping her off at the pound tomorrow.
After she turned the corner to the stairs, I got back to my reading. Then her grinning face popped out from behind the wall. She gave a little bark and made a slurpy dog air-kiss at me before winking and running up the stairs.